Meagre Lead

Throw my gold
to the tired river.

Let it betroth
the fishes,
Not my greed.

Here I have all,
in faith,
beneath the sky.

Take my ducats –
they must go.

Fritter them like
the ring,
Away for your desire.

I do what I chose
and must risk
all I have.

Throw my gold.
Keep my heart.

meagre lead

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